"If what you're saying is true," I said carefully, "why tell me now? Why not wait until after the challenge?"
"Because tomorrow isn't guaranteed," Jackson answered, his voice low. "If something happens—"
"You mean if I die," I translated bluntly.
He flinched. "We couldn't let you face that without knowing the truth."
I studied his face, searching for deception but finding only earnest concern. The bracelet on my wrist pulsed warmly, almost like a heartbeat syncing with my own.
"I need to sleep," I said finally. "Tomorrow—"
"Tomorrow you fight," he finished. "And we'll be there, whether you want us or not."
After Jackson left, I lay awake for hours, my mind racing despite my exhaustion. Star paced restlessly in my consciousness, her presence stronger than it had been in years.
-They
